Chen Qing's mouth twitched imperceptibly at those words.
Even as a prisoner, the Demoness still had an incredibly picky palate. Crystal Pork Knuckle was rich but not heavy, and Eight-Treasure Chicken was stuffed with Spiritual Materials. Both were delicacies that required significant time and painstaking effort to prepare. Even ordinary restaurants might not make them well, yet she dared to order them by name.
"Just wait. We'll see how I feel," Chen Qing replied, his tone indifferent.
The history surrounding Seven Sufferings that Qi Yu had revealed stirred his thoughts. Chen Qing got up and left the Third Layer. By the time he returned to the first floor, the Master of the Seven Sufferings had already finished regulating his breath. The monk stood quietly in the corridor, radiating a peaceful aura. Clad in an immaculate black cassock, he looked kind and benevolent, his appearance solemn and dignified.
